Shake off thy Sloth, my drouzy Soul, awake;With Angels singUnto thy King,And pleasant Musick make;Thy Lute, thy Harp, or els thy Heart-strings take,And with thy Musick let thy Sense awake.See how each one the other callsTo fix his Ivy on the walls,Transplanted there it seems to growAs if it rooted were below:Thus He, who is thy King,Makes Winter, Spring.

The first performance of the work was given by the Ampleforth Schola Cantorum on 10th December, 1995.